Of Things Yet to Come Songtext
von Bloc Party
Of Things Yet to Come Songtext
But you had lost a lot of friends
They swam away, not to pretend
It was for the best
The party storms, the embrace
And you don′t pick up when I count you down
Am I best left in the past?
So I make a space for things to float
I trim my weeds in search of growth
I'm okay with it
There I go, making a show
Of myself again
I′m still wedded to the idea that you
Are still there again
A symbol of relief
You were a good man
You were the best
The pills, they cure, they keep at bay
Instead of black, my days are grey (you were a good man)
So I put my faith in what's to come
For it's the thing you would have done (you were the best)
If I couldn′t have it all, I wanted nothing
If I couldn′t have the depths of you
There I go, making a show
Of myself again
I'm still wedded to the idea that you
Are still there again
A symbol of relief
You were a good man
You were the best
Now you′re less than a memory
You're an echo now, fake facsimile
They say hope is something to give yourself
But it′s not the same, I don't know how to get over you
Of things yet to come
Of things yet to come
Of things yet to come
Of things yet to come
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
They swam away, not to pretend
It was for the best
The party storms, the embrace
And you don′t pick up when I count you down
Am I best left in the past?
So I make a space for things to float
I trim my weeds in search of growth
I'm okay with it
There I go, making a show
Of myself again
I′m still wedded to the idea that you
Are still there again
A symbol of relief
You were a good man
You were the best
The pills, they cure, they keep at bay
Instead of black, my days are grey (you were a good man)
So I put my faith in what's to come
For it's the thing you would have done (you were the best)
If I couldn′t have it all, I wanted nothing
If I couldn′t have the depths of you
There I go, making a show
Of myself again
I'm still wedded to the idea that you
Are still there again
A symbol of relief
You were a good man
You were the best
Now you′re less than a memory
You're an echo now, fake facsimile
They say hope is something to give yourself
But it′s not the same, I don't know how to get over you
Of things yet to come
Of things yet to come
Of things yet to come
Of things yet to come
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Writer(s): Justin Harris, Kele Okereke, Louise Bartle, Russell Lissack Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com